Choosing sides.
The night was crisp and a bitter wind blew in from the bay off the west end of Stormshield. Laerag hardly noticed the cold, he sat on the rocks and looked out into the water below. He frowned.
The nights conversation with Arethel still on his mind. He found he rather liked the lad. Life is tough as it is, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like for anyone raised by the damned Scourge. After Dalaran fell, Laerag would have liked nothing more than to wipe out every undead creature on the face of Azeroth.
After fighting in Northrend alongside the Knights of the Ebon Blade, he found that he felt sorry for the Death Knights, Arethel was no exception. Now Laerag was faced with a choice. It was an easy choice for him to make, but a choice none-the-less.
He sighed and stood, he quickly cast a teleportation spell and was transported to the snowy hills of Frostfire Ridge. He looked upon the encampments and began trudging forward through the snow.
He was used to making unpopular decisions, his whole life was one big bad decision. At least his family thought so, he smiled as he thought of his siblings. One day he would see them again, when he was done on this damned world.
